Prince of Thieves

Look out upon the world

Child

You can see why our claws grow large

Apex of the chain, no fate of lambs

The chaser, the one to charge

It takes no intelligence to stalk a plant
The cunning and patience are ours
We live by being silent death
Opportunity is never far
Take the dharma with your fangs
Remember who you are







©Kiku Koibito poem 2019  (Internet image)